Keldar Del'Tarn (
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There are many places for foxes and bards to meet, but bars are good ones. There's plenty of people around with beer and food, for a given value of food. Bar food may not actually be food, scientists are out on that subject. Likely drunk while out on the subject.
In any case, there is a quiet corner where said bard is getting molested by said fox.
Because sometimes it needs to be done.
In any case, there is a quiet corner where said bard is getting molested by said fox.
Because sometimes it needs to be done.
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He then shrugs. "My parents were very poor and had a small farm. I really didn't enjoy working on it so when a group of traveling players came through our village one day when I was around fifteen I joined them. Ran away from home. One of the players was kind enough to teach me story telling and sponsor me in the Bard guild."